She looked into his eyes. Oh how vulnerable he made her feel. She can feel the sweat trickling down her back. She has practiced this a dozen of times in front of the mirror and yet her mind is a complete vacuum. Where are the words? Where?
“Are you alright?” he asks.
She nods.
His gaze pierces right through her. The first time he acknowledged her was one sunny afternoon while she was buying a drink for herself. He looked her way and smiled. That little smile of his that said, “Hey I’ve seen you from somewhere.” Then he talked to her, and told her she was his classmate in History. Her heart skipped a beat with the satisfaction of knowing that he is aware of her existence. The same blissful anxiety crept all over her. Except now, they knew everything about each other. All but a tiny little detail.
“I’m scared,” she finally blurts out.
“Of what?”
“Of this.”
“This?”
This is getting frustrating. She wanted to run away, but she needs to stay. She wanted to let go of his hand, but she needs nothing more than the touch of his fingers on hers. Why can’t he just get it?
“I..”
“What?”
She shut her mouth. She hesitated. Maybe next time.
“Nothing,”
He went on eating.
This is strange. Usually he presses her for details. He is interested in everything she has to say or thinks — he will not stop bugging her until she spills the beans. So what is wrong? Well.. maybe that’s a blessing in disguise. She thinks she’s not ready to tell him anyway.
“I..” she tries to continue again.
Why cant you just say it to get it over with?
Then the music starts to play.
Do you want to be my one and only love?
Her latest favorite song. It’s been on repeat for the last two days. What are the odds that this pizza parlor plays indie alternative songs? He looks into his eyes. His gaze once again piercing through her. Those eyes burn a hole in her heart. And with one word, just one word, everything just fell away.
“Yes.”
